FlameWitch

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life.

Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families!  

Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life.

What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite?

With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

With a gesture that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken commands, the man turned to his coterie of bodyguards, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Seize the West Side territory," he growled, his voice laced with a venom that sent a shiver racing down Xiao Zheng's spine. "Leave no stone unturned, no corner untouched – I want every last vestige of the Xiao family's influence purged from that sector."

The bodyguards moved as one, a fluid, relentless force that seemed to radiate an aura of menace that sent a shockwave of apprehension rippling through those gathered. Xiao Mingyuan's eyes widened, his features contorting into a mask of barely contained fury as he processed the implications of the masked figure's decree.

"This is not over," he seethed, his voice laced with a venom that seemed to reverberate through the very walls of the room. "You may have won this battle, but the war is far from over."

The Masked Figure II